Dogon Mysteries Poem by ENOCH JOHN

The stardust must have blown on my face from far-off milky way,
For there seems to be a new cadence in my steps,
I'm the invisible one that orbits around the brightest one,
I'm a white dwarf made up of sagala so I'm so very heavy,
The Dogon honour me with the bado celebration every year;
I am called ''the egg of the world'', that's my feminish self.

These mysteries brought Griaule and Dieterlen to Africa,
For they possessed great amazement of the knowledge of the Dogon,
But Brecher, Temple and Sagan couldn't comprehend that centuries ago in far-away Mali, that the Dogon knew the mysteries of the Cosmos.